Nill’s wings flutter once, uneasy.

Vesta, feeling the tension, reaches down and threads her fingers through Tristan’s, squeezing gently.

=11pt“Well,” she says lightly, =11pt“I could always try looking ahead. See if Nill’s presence is going to cause any… major incidents.”  She shrugs, then shifts her gaze to Nill.

=11pt“And perhaps Nill can help us understand why the Fae are attacking us in the first place. Saige asked me to look into it before, but I couldn’t see anything then.” A faint crease forms between her brows. =11pt“Maybe a direct connection would help.” She sighs and rubs at her temple.

=11pt“We really do need to get to the bottom of whatever is happening,” she murmurs.=11pt “But there’s too much going on right now. The famine takes priority.” For a moment, she looks overwhelmed, then straightens and claps her hands together, smiling again.

=11pt“How about some tea? I’m parched.” Nill tilts her head, blinking slowly.

=11pt“Tea?”

=11pt“Yes,” Vesta says, already turning towards the vardo. =11pt“Do you have a preference? I have several blends. Lavender, mint, black, and I even brought back a lovely cinnamon from Zinna’s clan.”

Nill’s wings twitch again.

=11pt“I do not have the knowing of what tea is being.”
Vesta pauses mid-step, blinking. Then, she turns her head slowly towards Storm, her expression tired.

=11pt“You really attract the strange ones, don’t you?”

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